03-16-2011, 01:42 AM
Gulping like the coward he was, Berk sank further into the earth. Looking even more defenseless than usual, he slammed his eyes shut. He would rather not see himself lashed or attacked. After all, who really likes to see themselves die?
"Okay, okay, okay! Don't kill me! Please! I did nothing wrong! It's their fault," he said pointing to the air behind Amaki. "Your parents just showed up in my house one day and said that I had to find you and make sure they got a message to you. However, since that day, they've fallen mute. They never relayed the message to me, so now I have to guess what they want me to say to you. Rather than guessing, I'll just leave it up to you. Because, knowing my luck, I'd insult you or totally spit out something completely and utterly wrong. I mean, knowing me, I'd end up kissing you or something. Hell, you are hot and all. Heh, guess I should have listened to your parents. They were right. Warned me right off the bat. They said, 'Our baby girl is a true soldier. Solid like a snake, tough like nails, but as beautiful as gold.' They were right. You're scary, rough, and gorgeous. I mean, no offense or anything. Scary isn't always a bad thing. I mean, I can be good. Well, not really.... uhhh, but at least you have your beauty to counter the scary. And rough, well, some men, such as myself, prefer rough. But I'm sure you don't care. Hell, who am I to you but some spineless coward who doesn't know when to shut up. Right?"
His lips finally ceased their movement. Silence, the silence that was once missed, flooded back onto the earth. Everything seemed to breath as there was potential that he would (dare I say it) open his mouth to speak, again. For being a quiet man, he sure knew how to ramble, but, you could say it came with the territory. He was always neck high in danger so to successfully get himself out of trouble, he needed to be a "smooth" talker. Key word being talker.
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The guard was annoyed by this woman. She was totally blowing his cover. Hell, if she just let him go, it would make the other guards question his survival. Granted he walked back empty handed. Meaning, he would need her head to prove his survival and loyalty.
"Listen," he tried to cough out, "I'm not who you think I am. I'm not a la'Sinne."
As he tempted to release himself, Kaine could feel his wig slipping. The raw, brilliant red hair that was once veiled by a dark brown wig was now peaking out the corners. His eyes looked up at the tiff of hair that poked down into his eyes. Giving Daeman a "see, I told you so" look, he waited for the woman to release him. When her blade stayed erect, he frowned.
"Listen, princess, I'm not a la'Sinne. All la'Sinnes have dark hair. Red is not dark, or at least it wasn't last time I checked it out. So yeah, do me a favor and stop pressing the blade of yours against my throat. Okay?"
Sarcasm and rudeness. It was a surefire way to win over a woman's heart. Not. But Kaine really didn't seem to give a hoot one way or the other. That was just Kaine. One hundred percent indifferent.
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